Life gets down to the real basics in the chemo wing of a cancer
hospital. I'm here to report that things are really looking up and
I was there when the doctor said, "there is a good chance that the
bad cancer cells have been obliterated." Obliterated. Now one of
my new favorite words. Unbelievable. Michael was 3 days away from
death (again from the doctor) when he was admitted to Cottage
Hospital in Santa Barbara on May 21st with Leukemia.
They gave him one massive dose of chemo that almost took out
his liver, but that too is almost back to what passes for normal.
If necessary, he can withstand more chemo, but maybe that won't
be needed. Waiting for more test results. He stays in the hospital
for two more weeks, letting the good blood cells build.
And I was reminded that I need to donate blood as I watched
bag after bag arrive each day.
When I left Wed. morning I needed "a sign" ~ you know how
that is during times of despair. This was in Leah
Garchik's col.
in the
chronny. From Emily Dickinson:
Hope is the thing with feathers.That perches in the soul.That carried me on the Delta flight in and out of Salt Lake
City and down to SB.
Ginger has two new additions: these wonderful bird feeders
and a HOT tub where I soothed my stiff body after sitting/
dozing in the hospital for two days. And bless her for getting
me around and for feeding me Thursday night. The dogs?
Cuddly and soothing, just the way dogs should be.
I can't tell you how pleased I am that I went to see for myself
and to help in any little way I could. Also thanks to dear
Husbando who understands that my friends are my family
and when they need me, I go. And vice
versa...
